Reborn Only to Love You Again

Because of the injury on Wang Dahu's head, he was pressed by the old lady for half a month and did not come down.

Until today's "small year" was finally liberated.

"Hmm ..." The old lady was busy turning over in the kitchen early, chopping vegetables and chopping meat again.

"Big tiger! Don't be tired, just go into the room and rest, but don't cut your hands," the old woman said kindly, looking at the grandson sitting in the stove and throwing firewood inside.

"Grandma, I'm not tired of you. You've been busy all morning, rest and rest!"

Listening to the grandmother's warm heart, the old lady's eyes were moist. After the child fell from the tree, she was quite sensible, not as naughty as usual, and knew that caring for people was a top. Good boy.

"Grandma is not tired. This is a young year. I have to send the cook to heaven for a while. The tribute must be ready for everything, otherwise the cook should be blamed!"

Wang Dahu could not help grinning.

In the northeast rural area, this traditional festival is particularly important. It should be prepared without any difference, which is much more fun than those who have dealt with things in the city.

A whole day was spent in this preparation, hurriedly passing.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that Wang Dahu's grandfather led him to kneel in front of the stove's portrait.

Because of the custom that men do not worship the moon and women do not worship the stove, there are only two of their grandparents in the kitchen.

On the smoky black wall was a colorful portrait of the cooker.

There are four fruits and four cakes on the rectangular table.

The old man murmured piously for a while, then picked up a chopstick and stained the red syrup in the bowl.

"Wa'er, go and apply honey to the cook."

Wang Dahu hesitated, got up and took the chopsticks, and wiped off the red lips of the cook on the portrait. This is a custom in Northeast China. They believe that he put honey on the mouth of the cook, so he can't say bad things in front of the Jade Emperor.

Because Wang Dahu had been a ghost and experienced such an incredible thing as rebirth, he was quite "respectful" to these gods and other things.

After carefully coating the honey with a chopstick head, the grandparents worshiped the gods again and worshiped before entering the room.

The old lady had set up the dinner table on the urn, and on the square table, there were five or six pan-shaped thin dumplings, and the fragrant ones could make people bite their tongues.

"Tigers are hungry! Eat fast, it won't taste good after a while!" The old lady picked up a dumpling and put it in a porcelain bowl in front of him.

Wang Dahu grinned and didn't rush to eat, but reached out to touch the jug on the table.

In the eyes of the old man, pour them a cup, and pour yourself a glass of white pear.

Then he smiled and toasted, "Grandpa, Milk, and Big Tiger wish the second elder a happy holiday, good health and good luck."

After I spoke a very large amount, I drank a large dime in a bottle of drink.

"Good grandson!" Wang Shoumin's joy, see how much his grandson can talk, there must be something in the future.

The old lady slaps him with a few hands with joy, and the baby grandson has them in her heart, no pain.

Wang Dahu II was a man, and because he was used to being able to speak, he laughed at the two old men, the old lady, and his eyes in a few minutes, and could hardly find the north.

Just when a family was eating delicious dumplings.

Suddenly, a dog screamed outside the house.

At this time in the countryside, basically every household had a dog that could only watch the house, and the black back of his house was very powerful, as long as someone approached the yard Zhunbao, he barked.

"I'll go and see, maybe someone is here!" The old man put on a cotton padded jacket and went down.

After a while, he hurried in.

"Stupid?" Looking at his old man's face was not good, the old lady quickly asked, and Wang Dahu also listened with his ears.

"Ah! Li Changgui did it again, and dragged Xiumei to chat in the yard. It's impossible to make friends, I have to go and see."

Wang Shoumin is the village head of Xingye Village. When something happened in the village, it was him who came first.

"It's a **** thing! It's a good day, but it has to be so noisy all day long, Xiumei has to be killed alive by that madman sooner or later." The old lady sighed and sighed, "The worst thing is that the child, such a dad on the stand, oh!"

"Boom ..." As if in a thunder, Wang Dahu exploded in front of Venus.

Ran, Ranran, which Ranran?

Without waiting for him to think about it, Wang Shoumin on the other side went out and said, "I'll see, your grandson eats first."

Wang Dahu's uncle jumped down from his uncle and shouted, "Yes, I will go too!"

The old man didn't want to lead, but couldn't bear Wang Dahu left and right, then he took his chubby hand and hurried to the outside.

Grandpa and grandpa added a sister-in-law who came over, and the three hurriedly walked towards the east of the village.

After walking straight for a while, I saw a lonely dilapidated thatched cottage.

At this point, many villagers were already standing around the house.

Wang Dahu was so anxious that he shook off his grandfather's hand and squeezed in by relying on his young man.

I saw a thirty-year-old man in the courtyard holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a woman dragging "哐 哐 哐 ..." in one hand.

"Don't hit my mother, don't hit my mother ..." A baby-like cry screamed sternly, his tiny body desperately holding the man's trouser legs, his face was full of tears.

Wang Dahu only felt that his eyes were spinning in circles, and his face was even recognized as gray.

The man's face was full of madness, and he lifted his feet up, and struck the child's chest with one foot, and the child was taken a long way.

Wang Dahu screamed-his eyes turned red when he narrowed his eyes. Like a cannonball, he slammed into the man's arms in an instant, and the calf's body bumped the man into his head.

"Wang Baqi, who are you hitting!" Wang Dazhen raised his fist on the man's neck like a man's face and smashed it. Others are small but deadly, and they will knock the man out soon Nose blood flows. Wang Shoumin on the side just woke up to God, fearing that his grandson would suffer, he ran over in three or two steps, kicked the kitchen knife that fell aside far away, and then shouted, "What are you looking at, Li Changgui. Do n’t take the rope to tie him up when he is sick. ”

The head of the village all spoke, and everyone had to follow suit. Soon after, he tied the man with a big flower, and some mules in the village went to help the bruised woman on the ground.

"Ranran, Ranran ... How are you, all right?" Wang Dahu knelt softly on the side of the child, half-hugging his scarred body and shaking it gently.

"Mom ..." My heart was kicked, and Li Qingran clenched her body tightly, her face flushed with purple, but she still called her mother stubbornly.

Wang Shoumin glanced, sighed, and asked the mother and son to be sent to the village health station. Wang Dahu naturally followed the path regardless of obstruction.

On the scooter, he was holding a fragile little body, uncomfortable as if someone had twisted his heart.

Obviously as old as him, but thin enough to touch the bones, wearing patched clothes, small and thin, exposed wrists and ankles all froze sores. How could he suffer such a sin and sin?

Involuntary Wang Dahu shed tears.

Hot tears hit Li Qingran's small face, making the weak one slowly open his eyes and look at the child who was hugging him tightly, and he frowned in doubt.

"Of course, isn't it painful? No matter how bearable, we'll be at the hospital right away! It won't hurt at the hospital!" Wang Dahu tightened his small body, his voice softly coaxed.

Li Qingran looked at his nervous look, and the alertness in his eyes slowly disappeared.

He thought: Who is this person?

The health station in Xingye Village is actually three large tile houses with a doctor about half a year old and a young nurse.

The doctor, Xu Xu, was said to have been put in reeducation through labor at that time. Although he was later vindicated, he did not return to the city without children, but instead became a doctor in the village. He has excellent medical skills. Not only will he give people injections, but also some research on Chinese herbal medicine. Wang Dahu carried a big bag in the back of his head last time. This is the vice herbal cream that Dr. Xu applied to the wound. The bag disappeared, so the villagers love to find him for any headaches and brain fever, and they are very popular in the local area.

Li Qingran's mother, Kong Xiumei, was seriously injured this time, and she passed out when she was brought up.

The whole health station was noisy for a while, and finally Dr. Xu made a speech to take out the lively ones, and Wang Shoumin was going to pull the tiger away, but his own baby grandson had hit the magic barrier. Life and death have to stay with the Li family's child. No way, Wang Shoumin had to leave Da Hu first, and he had to notify Kong Xiumei's family.

On the hospital bed, Li Qingran was hitting the hanging bottle, staring blankly at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Wang Dahu hit the basin with hot water, took a towel hanging on the wall and soaked it, and carefully wiped his face.

"Big Tiger Brother wipes you, don't you hurt!". With that said, I wanted to reach out and untie Li Qingran's clothes.

The child flinched suddenly, trembling like a wounded beast.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Dahu was so distressed, he touched his little face quickly: "Of course I'm good! Let's not wipe, don't wipe"

He sighed secretly, and only wiped the child's face with his towel, hands and feet.

He looked at the bruised limbs covered with frostbite, and he sniffed sadly.

"Ran ..." Wang Dahu suddenly leaned down, kissed the child's forehead, and said firmly, "From now on, I will definitely protect you and prevent you from being harmed."

Feeling the moist kiss on his forehead, Li Qingran froze all over, somehow there was something hot in his eyes that wanted to flow out.